Everyone felt a cold presence surrounding them but they could not see anything. They heard distant whispers they knew they should not dare answer as an unnatural cold shook them to the bones
They rode faster despite their entire body shaking from the feeling of death that hung around them lurking for an opportunity. "What is happening?" Jubilee asked, hugging herself as she curled in a spot on the maid carriage.
She was surprised at how Zoltana didn't seem disturbed by the disturbing presence. "It is the dead that are trapped here, searching for someone to accompany them forever," Zoltana answered, leaving everyone terrified. She was from the wandering clan; they were not necessarily witches or gypsies but considered that way because of their different ways.
They didn't use holy magic nor did they worship the goddess of the moon Nyxoria. "They have already marked someone close by," Zoltana said, striking more fear into the hearts of everyone.